The last twenty-five years of Mr. Turner's life are presented in fragments, leaving more room for interpretation to the audience. As a famous eccentric in the British painting industry, any interpretation will actually have a certain one-sidedness.
Before dying, Turner still dragged the sick body to the beach to copy the female corpse. When his father passed away, he didn't know how to relieve his grief. He let the prostitute lie on the bed, pretending to be sick, and copying it, which caused him to cry. Why, he still refused to admit that Sarah had given birth to his two children, and when he heard the news of his daughter's death, Turner just rubbed his hands and didn't say a word. Hearing his gasps, coupled with his bulky figure, it was fitting to call him a beast. At the Royal Academy exhibition, in front of everyone, Turner spat on the canvas and scratched lines with his fingernails, brutal and violent. As he felt the force of nature.
Turner tied himself to the mast to feel the power of the blizzard. Perhaps, only the ruthlessness and rage of nature can accept and fit his equally unruly soul. At the end of the film, Turner is standing by the sea, the sunset is slowly falling, this is probably the portrayal of Turner's spirit, blending with nature and surrendering to life.
What I remember most is the scene where Turner took pictures of himself. He, who has always been arrogant and silent, suddenly became more talkative and asked questions. As a painter, he has some keen insight, and vaguely feels the huge impact that technological innovation will bring. Of course, he loves painting, but on the other hand, he has a deep curiosity about new technologies, and maybe a little bit of fear. Watching the train whizz by, Turner wondered, could this man-made force be on a par with nature? Therefore, he will depict the steamship in his paintings, he is depicting the beginning and end of the era.
The maid knew all of Turner's secrets and was always looking forward to being admitted by Turner. But, looking at Turner and Mrs Booth's house, she lost hope and left silently. Mrs. Booth said that Turner must have a broad spirit and delicate emotions. She is Turner's bosom friend. Accompanying the old painter through the last years of his life can be regarded as some kind of compensation for Turner! In his later years, Turner, who was ridiculed by the world because of his overly radical painting methods, felt intimate warmth in Mrs. Booth's lively laughter.
Lighting, tones, emotions, everything must have been brewed over time to produce such a work with no shortage of insight. The sun is my god, uninhibited and eccentric Turner, always a believer in nature.
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